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Broke-Back Mounting
by J.E.Ashbourne (jennifereliseashbourne@yahoo.co.uk)

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A young boy becomes paralysed from the neck down. He 
thinks his life is over, until... (F/m-teen, mf-teens, 
ped, inc, 1st, mast, oral)

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PART 1

They said I was lucky to be alive. Last I remembered was 
riding on my bike (I had a 10 speed racer) and suddenly 
– nothing! I woke up in hospital with Mom, Dad and my 
four sisters around me. They were all smiling, but all 
had tears in their eyes and rolling down their cheeks. I 
guessed it wasn't good. I was right. I had a spinal 
injury. I couldn't move. I could breath, but that was 
about it. I could feel my arms and legs but all motor 
function was gone. I was 16.

Turns out I had been hit by a truck and we got a huge 
settlement in damages, but so what? I was never going to 
school again, never going to the play sports again and 
never going to kiss a girl again – or so I thought.

After months in hospital they said they couldn't do any 
more. Mom and Dad had converted our garage into a room 
just for me so I could be on the ground floor. I had a 
big TV all of my own, a fridge to keep my pain meds, and 
a big window where the garage door used to be. Mom quit 
her part time job at Safeway and tried to be with me as 
much as she could.

It was really embarrassing at first. I had to have her 
take me to the bathroom and the shower room, which were 
included in the garage conversion. I got used to it, and 
so did she. Dad still worked and helped out when he was 
home. Even my sisters helped feed me, watch TV with me, 
read to me and talked to me about everything. Somehow, 
being unable to move brought me closer to my family than 
ever before. I had a baby monitor beside me and if I 
needed anything I could just holler and someone would 
come and see to me.

I was just settling into this routine when something 
highly unexpected came up – an erection. 

It was maybe 6 a.m. and I had barely stirred when I 
realized I had a boner. This can be perfectly normal for 
spinal injuries, some lose it, some don't. Every case is 
unique. Now I had a unique case of morning glory. In 
some way I was really glad about it. It made me feel a 
bit better about myself. I was still a guy! 

That's when the cruel irony dawned on me – I couldn't do 
anything about it. I couldn't whack off. As the true 
tragedy of it started to get to me I started to cry. I 
couldn't help it. I remember cursing badly and whining 
like a little boy who'd dropped his ice-cream.

Just then, my door opened. It was Mom. She came over and 
sat next to me on my surgical bed.

"What's wrong, Ben? What's wrong?" She said, holding my 
limp fingers.

I stifled a cry, "I can't..."

"What, Ben? I'll do it for you. What do you want?"

I whimpered and flicked my eyes downward. That's when 
mom saw the tent in the bed-sheets (although how she 
could miss it before is a mystery. Maybe she hadn't. 
Maybe she's just a lady).

"Oh," she said warmly, "I had wondered about that."

Mom looked at me with real love and deep regret in her 
eyes. "Does it hurt?"

"No," I said.

"How long has it been up?" she asked, and I could feel 
my color rising.

"I don't know... I woke up and it was like this..."

"I don't suppose there's anyway you could get a wet 
dream now?" she asked.

I wasn't sure I knew what she meant. Then it occurred to 
me, I couldn't even touch myself unconsciously. 

"Well, there's only one thing for it," said Mom. And 
with that she gently pulled my sheet down off me. Sure 
enough, Mr. Muscle was standing proud, saluting the 
ceiling like a sergeant major. Mom looked at me with 
love in her eyes as she said, "Do you want me take care 
of it for you?"

If I could have just nodded, I would have. But I was 
forced to say, "Yes please, Mom."

She smiled warmly, "You just relax." 

And then her fingers were playing lightly over my 
dancing soldier. My first jerk off in months and it was 
my own Mom was going to do it for me. I know I didn't 
have a choice, but I wasn't sure how I felt about that. 
Was I just happy someone was doing it? But Mom knew what 
she was doing. She tickled it just right and glanced my 
glans with her fingers so I twitched right down in my 
ball-sack. 

She wrapped her fingers around it and gently slipped it 
up then down my smooth veiny rod. It felt amazing. She 
carried on doing this as her other hand went between my 
legs and she delicately touched my ball-sack, teasing it 
and then holding it in her warm palm. She adjusted her 
grip, holding me between fingers and thumb and started a 
rhythmic motion up and down. She was no stranger to 
this.

"Does that feel good?" she asked, jolting me out of my 
reverie.

"Yes," I said. That's all I could say. Mom was stroking 
my cock, what did she want me to say? I still wasn't 
sure how I would feel after I'd cum, but all I knew was 
that I needed to cum in the worst kind of way.

Mom worked tirelessly for several minutes, the feeling 
intense.

"You close yet?" she asked, a little breathlessly.

"Not yet," I said.

"Jesus, Ben!" she gasped.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly.

And she went into hyper-drive! I don't think my cock 
ever got such a thrashing. I could feel my balls tighten 
as Mom's hand was a blur, occupying all of my rampant 
cock at the exact same time. The feeling suddenly 
reached that exquisite spot and I gasped out loud as I 
felt my balls unload! 

I saw a geyser of semen shoot into the air, followed by 
two smaller, lesser ones. It landed all over my stomach 
and drivelled all over Mom's resting hand, still fixed 
around my boyhood boner. She was out of breath as she 
moved her hand away. She picked up a tissue from my 
bedside table and wiped her hand. It took four Kleenex 
to mop up my semen slurry. It gathered in my belly 
button like a pool of milky goodness.

I regained my breath as Mom cleaned up. I didn't feel 
dirty. I didn't feel embarrassed, even. I felt proud. I 
was still a guy! And as I looked at Mom I didn't feel 
weird about what she'd done for me. To my surprise, I 
felt excited.

"Thank you, Mom," I said.

"That's perfectly alright Ben. I'm your Mom. I'd do 
anything to make you happy."

As she drew the covers back over my waning member I 
remember thinking right then and there – Did this mean 
that Mom would jerk me off forevermore? Was this to be 
my sex life? Mom jerking me off as fast as she could 
before she made breakfast and everyone else got up to go 
to school? It did and didn't irk me. I mean, I was going 
to get a regular hand job, even if it was from my own 
Mom.

Nothing else happened that day, and nothing was said. 
But next morning Mom came into my room at 6 a.m.. Sure 
enough, Private Manhood (as she called him) was standing 
to attention. And sure enough, Mom jerked me off again 
like she was trying to unblock the sink or something. 
The following day, the same, but she was gentler, less 
rushed. So it went, day after day. No one knew, except 
me and Mom.

She had been coming in to see to me in the mornings for 
about three weeks when something different happened. I 
was still asleep when I became aware of this sensation. 
A new sensation I wasn't used to. I opened my eyes and 
saw Mom sucking on my meat like a porn star. It was so 
sexy! I'd noticed that in the last week she had not 
bothered wearing her robe when she came and saw to me, 
and I had been treated to satin teddies, French knickers 
and camisole tops all week. Mom had me pretty young, so 
she's just in her mid-thirties now. I couldn't help 
noticing how firm her body was. She was perfect! But 
here was Mom actually sucking me off! It felt so good; 
the warmth of her full pouting lips sliding off my 
little fireman like a popsicle. 

Oh hell! I lasted another thirty seconds before I 
erupted into Mom's mouth! To my amazement she didn't 
move, just kept on sucking, sloshing my own boy juice 
around the sensitive head of my cock until she sucked it 
away and swallowed it! I shuddered with and after-
climax. Then Mom smiled at me. 

"How was that, Mister?" she said playfully.

"Amazing, Mom. Really, amazing." I said, not quite 
believing what had just happened.

"Good. You deserve it. You're growing up."

Mom covered me and started her day with a stomach full 
of her son's own cum! I couldn't get it out of my head, 
but I never said anything, all day. My sisters all came 
home from school and piled into my room to tell me about 
school.

Usually, Eve (we called Evie) would come in and ask how 
I was and if anything had changed today. She meant about 
me getting better, which she was convinced I would. But 
I had to bite my lip about anything changing... yeah, 
mom gave me a blow job today... Evie was the baby of the 
family, actually twelve now, and starting to grow, if 
you know what I mean. She was warm natured and curious 
about life in general. Always gave me kiss on the 
forehead when she left my room.

Then would come Ellen. Ellen is small and dark. Some 
would say sullen. But to me she was my matter-of-fact 
little sister who called a spade a spade, which was 
unusual for thirteen, but I guessed she was wandering 
into Goth territory and her sardonic tone didn't really 
win the guys over. Not that she was interested, she 
would tell you.

Next I'd get Kathryn, fiery redheaded Kathryn. She was 
as temperamental as you'd think. She would regularly get 
the wrong end of the stick. She talked about boys a lot, 
but reading between the lines she wasn't having much 
success. Not a good thing when you are fourteen and 
vulnerable.

Lastly, Kirstie would come in and sit with me. Kirstie 
had been the bane of my life growing up, but since the 
accident she had really cooled down, confiding in me, 
even. Kirstie liked girls, but she hadn't told anyone. 
At fifteen she knew she liked boys too but my blonde 
bombshell sister hadn't made up her mind yet.

Dad would come in straight from work. Then Mom would 
come in, often with the others and we'd watch TV or 
something. It was living, sort of.

As the weeks went by Mom's hand jobs and blow jobs were 
the climax of my day (if you'll pardon the pun). Then, 
one night as Mom was tucking me in for the night I said, 
"I can't wait for the morning."

"The morning? She asked.

"You know..." I said quietly, trying not to let anyone 
else hear.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, and 
kissed my forehead and left the room.

I was deeply confused. She'd just denied anything had 
ever happened. It took me hours to get to sleep. At 6 
a.m. I woke up. But there was no Mom. I listened as my 
sisters got up and got ready for school. Dad too, popped 
his head around the door and said, "Hi" before shooting 
off to work. 

The house returned to silence and I heard Mom making 
breakfast. She came into my room with the usual tray. 
She sat on the bed as usual and placed the tray on my 
stomach, holding it with one hand as she fed me with the 
other. She never said a word. Once we were done she got 
up and left the room. I had crossed the line. Somehow I 
had rocked the boat and ruined our unspoken arrangement. 
The day dragged on and my sisters came home and we went 
through usual routine. 

As Mom tucked me in that night I looked at her and all I 
could say was, "Sorry."

Mom stopped what she was doing. "No need to be sorry. 
It's my fault." 

She busied herself again and was about to leave when I 
managed to say, "It wasn't your fault, Mom." 

She paused. Smiled. And closed the door.

I couldn't help it. I started to cry. I felt so 
helpless. So useless. And now I had overstepped the mark 
with my own mother. Then a shaft of light from the hall 
broke into the room. The silhouette of a womanly shape 
stole inside and I watched as the dark feminine shape 
crossed the floor to me. I felt her pull my sheet down 
away from me and gently caress my penis to life. She 
gave him the kiss of life and I swelled in her mouth as 
she teased me. It was just a minute before she had me 
breathing deeply as she inhaled my manhood deep into her 
throat. I couldn't believe it! I was so lucky! I was 
forgiven!

Then I watched her dark womanly figure divest itself of 
first her top and then, rather excitingly, her bottoms. 
Dropping them to the floor like litter. I watched and 
felt her climbing on top on me, straddling my legs with 
my firm resolve between her legs. Then I felt her put me 
to her succulent opening; the silhouette of me merging 
with her was so electric. Her warmth, her wetness, her 
tight clenching pussy walls much better than her mouth 
had ever been.

I loved the feeling as she enveloped me, sinking down, 
lower and lower...

And then I stopped, tight up against some kind of 
barrier! What was this? I wondered, not knowing what was 
happening. She made a sudden move down and I broke 
through! My brain suddenly clicked! This was not Mom, 
this was a virgin! This... was one of my sisters!?

I heard her breathing calm after the pained palpitations 
she'd suffered. I daren't say a word. The baby monitor 
was just inches away from my head and even though I was 
bursting to know, I couldn't ask who it was that I was 
now deep inside of. She started to move and it felt 
great. She was young tight. Juicing me with her firm 
succulent tube. 

I could feel the excitement build inside me as she 
rocked back and fore, up and down, round and around. She 
leaned forward, her firm young breasts bouncing firmly 
with every fucking motion she gave. She went faster. Her 
pussy clenching and releasing, massaging my solid cock 
inside her. Her breath was shallow, getting faster, more 
high pitched, rasping.

"I'm gonna cum!" I whispered to her.

"Not yet," she breathed. I couldn't tell who it was.

She rocked faster, riding me blissfully. Silent whimpers 
escaped into the air above me. They were crying pleasure 
that I was feeling. Faster! The metal surgical bed 
creaking under the pressure. Faster! My tool burning 
with desire as it buried itself deep inside my sister! 
But which one?! Then I felt her ooze cum around my cock. 
She lifted just in time as I squirted jizz all over her 
dripping pussy and cloven ass.

We stayed, motionless. For what seemed like ages. Then 
she dismounted me like a gymnast off the asymmetric bars 
at the Olympics! A perfect 10! 

I was still recovering as she donned her underwear and 
then stood, obviously looking at me. She came forward 
and kissed me on the forehead. "Thank you, big brother." 
And she was gone.

To be continued...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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